Lucille From A Monster In Paris Novels & Stories

"Ariston hasn’t told us anything about you," Iris said after a few moments of strained silence, when all Lucette did was toy with her food and stare at her plate. "Where are you from?" She looked up and met Iris’s speculative gaze with what she hoped was a friendly smile. ‘I lived in Paris.’ ‘I love Paris!’ Zoe jumped in quickly, and Lucette wondered if the sisters would actually be welcoming towards her after all. ‘It must have been very hard to leave.’

I made a plan that night to end her. The next night my parents had a big important party with some of my father’s clients from work. I knew that Rose would be over. When she arrived my mother kissed my forehead and left with my father. The sun hadn’t set yet so I asked Rose to go for a walk with me. She agreed and we took off into the woods behind my house. I got ahead of her and then made her think she had lost me. While she frantically looked for me I snuck behind her. I found a large piece of wood and crept up behind her. She heard the brush below my feet break as I approached her and quickly turned around. I then unleashed the Monster inside me. It was brutal and very sloppy. I honestly

" I almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. I used to think Ophelia was just born rotten. As it turned out, Lauren wasn't any better. Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I shot Lauren a cold glance, then suddenly waved toward the distance, my voice bright. "Mom! You're here!" Lauren jerked her head up and followed my gaze. The operator who had controlled the memory extraction machine that day was striding straight toward us. I looked at the two of them, stunned speechless, and let out a quiet, mocking laugh. "Sorry. I already have a new family now. I have a new mom. If you keep bothering me, I'm calling the police."

The air froze, and the men who had been watching the show all went completely still, their leering laughter dying in their throats. Marcel clutched his face, staring at Lucille in disbelief. The arrogance and mockery in his expression instantly morphed into anger. A clear, red handprint bloomed across his cheek. Clenching his fists, he roared, "How dare you hit me?" Lucille's hand still hung in the air, her palm stinging. She dropped all pretenses and no longer bothered to hold herself back. "You disgusting old creep! You're old enough to be my father, and you want to take advantage of me? Filthy pervert! Aren't you afraid of getting struck by lightning?"

"Garvin, you will not believe who I ran into on the road yesterday afternoon." He raised an eyebrow, curiosity lighting up his eyes. "Who? Don't tell me it was another one of Josh's crazy relatives." "No," I chuckled, shaking my head. "It was Lucille. Lucille Zaragoza." Garvin’s jaw dropped in absolute shock. He sat up straight in his chair, staring at me like he had just seen a ghost. "Lucille? The one you told me about in the brothel?" "The very same," I said. "She almost ran me off the road trying to catch up with me. We spent two hours at a diner down the highway catching up. She’s back in town, Garvin, and she wants to help us protect this place."

I need another shot," He palmed his face, trying to erase Margaux's image from his head. Then, pretending to relax, he leaned more against the leather backseat. 'Damn, Margaux… ' "Did you fix the security camera in my room?" "Altered as always," Lucille answered flatly, moving her gaze back to the broad street before them. Her face was cold as usual, making her look like a woman carved from wood. "They will never know you're not there. You are sleeping like a baby right now, Maestro." 'Such a genius!" Rome smirked before closing his eyes, wanting to catch a short breather and maybe dream a little more of Margaux.

Her eyes glow a deep red, startled Lucille blinks only to see Charlotte staring up at her with her sparkling green eyes, a devilish smile on her lips. After ingesting the red mist, the aching hunger inside her fades but the sweetness of Lucille's orgasm only makes her crave more. Licking her lips and smiling seductively, she pulls Lucille to the bed and makes her lie down before climbing on top of her and settling between her legs.

I asked, my finger sweeping through my hair. Lucille thought for a while before speaking. “I liked her from the start. I knew she was abducted eleven years ago by her father's cousin, Lucian Xavier. I knew she was in Paris and rumour had it you two were having an affair…” she shrugged, then continued. “Seems like it's true. I can tell she's pregnant.” I grinned, my eyes locking with hers. “No one knows about that, and if they…” “I won't tell anyone. I really like Amelia Xavier. She's your type of woman, and you're so into her,” she cut me off.

"This is Lucile. She is very powerful." The woman looks over me thoughtfully, unbothered by how obvious it is that she is scrutinising me. Her hair, a dark brown, is pulled back behind her, tied up. There is no grey, although her face suggests she is advanced in age. "What does she know?" Lucille asks. "Nothing," Stace explains, running a hand down my arm. Lucille watches his movement. By the sounds of it, she already knows I'm Stace's made. "She used her powers."

A voice accompanied by hysterical laughter caught my attention. The atmosphere shifted and I quickly sprung up to my feet, hiding the urn behind me as I watched Lucille call on Giselle. “Who were you talking to if there is no one with you? Are you a witch? Have you come to cast a spell on us?” “No, please, I'm not in the mood, leave me alone, I beg you,” I pleaded wearily. “Luna, she has a strange pot that she would use in casting a spell on us!” Lucille yelled in fright, her face covered in fear as she glared at me.